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3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven:-

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, The' unutterable tenderness;

The genuine, meek humility;

The wonder, why such love to me :

5 The' o'erwhelming power of saving grace
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.

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The wanderer recalled.

RETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek thy Father's face;

Those new desires which in thee burn
Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, return;
He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy soften'd spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live :
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn
How freely he 'll forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls,-no longer mourn;
Tis love invites thee near.

5 Return, O wanderer, return;
Regain thy long-sought rest:

The Saviour's melting mercies yearn
To clasp thee to his breast.

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Why will ye die?

INNERS, turn; why will ye die!
God, your Maker, asks you why!
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,-
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain!
Crucify your Lord again!

Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die!

8 Sinners, turn; why will ye die!
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive!
Will ye still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die!

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Tender expostulation.
CINNERS, turn, while God is near;
Dare not think him insincere:
Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands;
All day long he spreads his hands;
Cries, Ye will not happy be;
No, ye will not come to me,-
Me, who life to none deny:
Why will ye resolve to die!

2 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn:
By his life, your God hath sworn;
He would have you turn and live;
He would all the world receive.
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, beseech, and cry,-.
Why will ye resolve to die!

3 What could your Redeemer do,
More than he hath done for you?"
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his flow of l ve,-
All his drawings from above,-
Why will ye your Lord deny?
Why will ye resolve to die?

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Believe, and be at peace.

C. M.

WHY should gloomy thoughts arise,
And darkness fill the mind?

Why should that bosom heave with sighs,
And yet no refuge find?

2 Hast thou not heard of Gilead's balm,-
The great Physician there,
Who can thine every fear disarm,
And save thee from despair!

3 Still art thou overwhelm'd with grief,
And fill'd with sore dismay!
Still looking downward for relief,
Without one cheering ray!

4 Lift up thy streaming eyes to heaven
The great atonement see;

And all thy sins shall be forgiven :-
Believe, and thou art free.

5 For thee the Saviour suffer'd shame,
And shed his precious blood:
Believe, believe in Jesus' name,
And be at peace with God.

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Accepting the invitation.

YOME, weary sinners, come,
Groaning beneath your load;

S. M.

The Saviour calls his wand'rers home,
Haste to your pard'ning God.
2 Come, all by guilt oppress'd,
Answer the Saviour's call-
O come, and I will give you rest,
And I will save you all.

3 Redeemer, full of love,
We would thy word obey,
And all thy faithful mercies prove:
O take our guilt away.

4 We would on thee rely;

O thee would cast our care; Now to thine arms of mercy fly,

And find salvation there.

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The resolution.

C. M.

Chousand thoughts revolve,

COME, humble sinner, in whose breast

Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, And make this last resolve:

21'll go to Jesus, though my sin

Like mountains round me close; I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose.

8 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;

I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
Without his sov'reign grace.

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 I can but perish if I go-
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

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PENITENTIAL.

To whom should we go?

S. M.

H! whither should I go,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint?

To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?
My Saviour bids me come;

Ah! why do I delay!

He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.

2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part, Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart? Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away. 3 I now believe, in thee, Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith, to me O let it, Lord, be done!

In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove : Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

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